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Wandering Hands and Wondering Thoughts

It’s the night before Christmas Eve.
Tomorrow morning I’ll be surrounded by family
and laughter and warmth.
 
But right now,
tonight,
I’m alone in my bed,
surrounded by nothing
but the absence of you.
 
It covers every inch of me,
concentrating on my finger tips.
 
There’s a space beside me
in my bed
that would fit you like a glove.
 
I wish I could just reach over
and find you there.
 
I wish I could roll over and kiss you.
 
I wish I could get comfortable
but I can’t.
Not without your chest
as a pillow.
 
Wandering hands and
wondering thoughts
make sleep
challenging.
 
I wonder
what the
rise and fall
of your breathing chest
would feel like
under my cheek,
or how
your strong arms
would hold my body.
 
I wonder if you prefer to sleep
with one leg out of the covers.
 
I wonder
how your whispering voice
would sound in my ear.
 
I wonder if you’d come with me
to get water when I wake up
in the middle of the night,
to make me feel safe.
 
I wonder if you’d kiss my forehead.
 
I wonder how your eyes look when you’re tired.
 
I wonder if you’d mind
if I kissed your chest
repeatedly.
 
I wonder
if you’d check
to see if I was asleep
if I’d been quiet a bit too long.
 
I wonder
if your hands would actually shake
when I let you put them
on my legs.
 
I wonder if you’d mind
that they have
lots
of scars.
 
But most of all,
I wonder if,
when you lay down in your bed,
you wonder anything about me.
 
You probably don’t.
I probably don’t even cross your mind.
 
And that’s what scares me.

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